Valkyries Calling - Chapter 162: The King Rides North

... nut rode out beneath open sky.

His cloak of wolfskin and gilded helm gleamed in the March sun, casting away the whispers of cowardice that had dogged him since the wolves landed.

His household huskarlar followed like an iron tide, shields painted with crosses and dragons alike.

Their presence sent a single message to the realm: the King himself now rode to war.

At Oxford, he climbed the steps of the stone church and spoke not as a monarch, but as a war-leader.